Chapter 134 "See you later" The Silver Coin of Destiny
The last ray of light from the sun disappeared under the circles of Hovyalin's city walls.
The old lamplighter patiently lit the candles in the street lamps, finally bringing warm orange light to the snowy night.
The disheveled woman hid in the dilapidated and dim attic, and followed her memory to remove the debris blocking the small window. She casually wiped off the dust, but unfortunately the old black spots and dirt could not be wiped clean.
She looked through the clean place among the dirt, at the snowflakes dancing in the warm light of the street lamp outside the window, ignoring the man and woman below.
She didn't want to stand on the porch tonight, so she huddled up and wrapped her arms around her legs, as if that would give her some extra warmth.
Anyway, this kind of life has no end, and I don’t want to really die.
As she blinked naturally, her upper and lower eyelids were unexpectedly stuck together. She gently struggled free. Minnie, you are so brave.
A slight cold wind blew, blowing the snowflakes upwards. In just a moment, the bright silver dots were wrapped in the darkness and fell into a pair of deep purple eyes.
Avril retracted her gaze to the bright and flawless window, passing over the neatly stacked turpentine on the side.
I listened carefully to the silent retreat of most of the people in Maan Palace.
His calm eyes fell on the woman who had been sleeping on the bed for many years. The hand hanging by his side moved, then returned to calm.
Only after the subtle noise of the servants leaving Maan Palace faded from her ears did Avril, who was staring at the woman, slowly raise her hand.
She waved, just like before.
"See you later, Yolanda."
The exquisite door was pushed open, and Eva immediately went forward, clenching her hands tightly in front of her. Her face was filled with worry, and her eyes were red but determined.
Avril glanced at her and took off the dagger she had carried on her waist for many years.
Seeing this, Eva hurriedly stretched out her hands, and the sharp weapon covered with scratches on the scabbard fell gently into her hands.
The dagger was old and the sheath was worn, but it was sharp enough to kill with one blow.
Avril's calm gaze shifted to Eva's face. "If I fail, you will follow the method I taught you: kill Yolanda, burn down Maan Palace, and leave here."
Don’t linger, these four words went around in my tongue but still didn’t come out.
There is nothing to be nostalgic about here. Who would be willing to stay here if they have the chance to leave?
She didn't look at anything else, and walked alone into the falling snow, never looking back once.
In huge shackles and in a crazy civilization, they have woven a faded silk for themselves, which is constantly entangled, squeezed, and pulled in discipline and criticism.
It was dyed red.
What is the end of destiny?
They only knew that no matter who it was, they would choose to set a fire inside that would burn everything, burning their silk, and all their tears that had not yet fallen, but had already sunk into the wasteland...
In the end, what will be left, perhaps even God does not know.
Will the remaining ashes sink into decay, or will they bloom into flowers along with the iron sheets?
"See you later, Eulite."
"Whether I'm alive or not, we're all complicit."
"Always."
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The Padica Palace still stands as it has for hundreds of years. The cold wind cannot blow away the building, and the falling snow cannot cover it.
The captain of the team stationed at the door slowly walked towards the young man in the team, kicked him hard on the foot, and cursed: "Stand up straight! Brat, act like a knight!"
There were a few faint sneers coming from all around.
A knight? Keith suppressed the darkness in his eyes and ignored it, silently tightening his grip on his sword.
The captain sneered disdainfully, this boy is quite patient. I heard that the woman was dead, but what does it have to do with him? He didn't kill her. He walked back slowly.
No one saw the hatred condensed behind the captain's back under Keith's lowered eyes.
His calloused hands gripped the hilt of his sword, tightening their grip. Why had he become a knight? Why had he joined the palace guard?
To make Minnie smile, to give Minnie a better life.
When Minnie talked to him about the future that day, he liked the vision of the future in her eyes and he would not let her down.
He won't let her down.
A quarter of an hour.
"A quarter of an hour, can you do it?" Princess Avrilite, who was standing behind the desk at the time, lowered her eyes as she looked at him kneeling down and asked.
"The Grand Knight Commander of the Segarot Empire, Osa Dodu, will be going to the Council Palace to meet with the King in person to discuss the new phase of the opening of Mokojin Port. You may proceed four hours after she enters the palace."
"Correspondingly, you need to hold off the incoming reinforcements for a quarter of an hour. Can you do that?"
He can do it, he will do it.
His breath was calm as he silently reached for the dagger at his waist, unsheathed it, and threw it at the captain's neck.
At the same time, when no one could react, he quickly drew out his sword. In an instant, red liquid splashed before his eyes, followed by the sound of several colleagues falling down one after another.
"Ah." Captain Yu Guangli had to bend over and stagger, unable to utter a complete sentence. He covered his pierced neck and blood flowed down his fingertips.
The other knights stationed around were startled by the sudden scene. Just as they reacted and wanted to draw their swords, a cold light flashed before their eyes.
"Clang!" When swords collide, his sword will be sharper than others.
The sword surged into his flesh.
Would Minnie feel the same pain when she drank the hemlock juice that day?
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword. How could a sword filled with hatred not be sharp?
The smell of blood in his nose was hard to tell whether it was someone else's or his, it didn't matter.
Keith raised his eyes, and in his numb pupils, he saw several women in the distance staring at the blood-red in front of the palace gate with wide eyes.
He saw clearly that there was no fear in their eyes. They looked at him from a distance, and Keith turned around.
How could it not hurt? Minnie must feel more pain than him. After all, that was the thing she hated the most.
The young noble knight sat slumped in front with a look of fear on his face, blood oozing to his feet. He tried hard to kick back, but couldn't move at all, and could only tremble.
He was a new knight who joined not long ago and was one of the people with the captain that day.
The captain, still breathing a breath, stared at Keith in disbelief.
Why is it so unbelievable? Is it because I didn't expect him to fight back?
Look, of course the world is unfair.
Even though these noble knights were so weak, they could still use their families to easily join this so-called "good job" that he had worked so hard to get, which was the envy of others.
He clearly just wanted to have a good future with Minnie, he clearly just wanted to live a good life with Minnie.
They clearly just want to live.
Whether it was his mother or the woman who helped him, their wish was so simple: to live.
It's too heavy.
Blame him for his past cowardice.
He walked step by step towards the young noble knight, who tried to hurt Minnie and walked towards his own death in horror.
There was another person…Keith turned his face to the side, always standing tall and leading the others to hurt Minnie.
Fortunately, the captain is not dead yet.
He looked down at the captain's hideous face. His face had turned purple and veins were bulging because he couldn't breathe. He was dying.
There was no emotion in his eyes, only numbness. He was calm now, very calm, he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.
He raised his sword and said in a hoarse voice, "I heard that the poison lily juice can paralyze breathing."
The captain swung the sword down unwillingly, not hitting his heart, but his body.
It is true that killing people might make him feel happy, but he will see Minnie again one day, and he does not want to become hideous, otherwise Minnie will not recognize him.
He believed in his choice, and Minnie, his lover, would be proud of him.
The noise just now was enough to attract other people's attention, and with the alertness in the palace, it was unclear why no one from the knights inside had come out to kill him yet.
He didn't care about the blood and pain on his body. He had already used up all the opportunities Princess Avril had given him. Now, it was time to repay her.
His boots were already stained with sticky blood. He stood in front of the palace gate with his sword in hand, and gripped the sword tightly again.
The hot vegetarian ring pressed against his chest.
With twelve left, he would do it.
Of course he would.
The silver coin of fate keeps being thrown up and flipped over and over until it can no longer bear the weight and suddenly falls down.
Kaharun caught the fallen silver coin and put it back into his pocket.
The cold wind blew into his nose, and he could hear the obscenities on the street without even having to concentrate, as well as the passers-by's confusion as to why the prince had suddenly come to block the entire city.
Kaharun was hidden in a dark corner, his brown pupils dotted with bright silver.
I wonder if Isidore, Vifia, and Arnold are doing well in the palace?
With Isidore around, he wasn't too worried about Vifia and Arnold, but about Osha, who was holding the king back by herself, although she said she was enough.
Kaharun scratched his head. She was Hefa's student, so it should be fine. He hoped that Avril could get there as soon as possible.
He opened his pocket watch and realized it was almost time for him to go to church.
The teleportation array beneath his feet hadn't yet solidified when a hesitant voice came from the side: "Brother?"
Kaharun's expression froze, and he instantly retracted the magic power that was about to be condensed. Although the voice that came into his ears was not as childish as before and became a little clearer, he could still tell who the owner of the voice was, his half-brother.
Ah, why did I meet him at this time?
Kaharun turned his head, his face passing through the shadows, and the light from the street lamp illuminated his face.
His younger brother Gabro, followed by a fat old man and several servants, took a few steps forward happily.
"It's really you." Gabro's eyes were full of surprise.
He said in frustration, "I heard you were also in Hovyalin and wanted to meet you, but no one would tell me where you lived."
Without waiting for Kaharun to speak, he rambled on, "It's been a few years since we last met. How are you, big brother? I hope Mother isn't giving you any more trouble, right?"
He asked too bluntly, too matter-of-factly.
"Cough!" The fat old man coughed heavily, and the servants following him pretended not to hear.
Kaharun's calm gaze fell on Gaburo's face. Although he didn't intend to attack him, his presence here obviously made him feel unwell.
Gabro is difficult.
"Brother." Gaburo lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "Today is my birthday."
Kaharun quickly met his raised, expectant eyes.
Even if nothing happened today, he obviously didn't want to have a loving brotherly reunion with Gaburo.
"Oh, happy birthday." He said calmly, "I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but before he could take a step, his sleeve was grabbed tightly.
Ah, you know who pulled him without even looking at him. He said that this half-brother had no ill will towards him, but just liked to stick to him.
It's starting to get difficult.
As part of Avril's plan, his companions might be fighting now, and part of their safety depends on him. He doesn't have time to exchange pleasantries with Gaburo here, and he can't help feeling a little irritated.
He pulled Gaburo's hand out with force, and subconsciously turned his head halfway when something hit him unexpectedly. He was startled and quickly pulled Gaburo's hand away and stepped back, but a sweet fragrance had already entered his body through his breath.
He shook his head violently, his vision went dark, and he looked at Gabro in disbelief. He was careless!
He actually had no defense against that woman's child!
His breathing became heavier and he staggered towards the darkness. He couldn't fall down here, nor could he let too many people see him using magic.
Now there is nothing he can do even if his stepmother finds out. At least, his stepmother will never let anyone know that he is a magician.
Gabro ran up in a panic: "Sorry, sorry, brother."
Without caring about so much, Kaharun walked completely into the darkness and was about to concentrate his magic power, trying to see if he could wake himself up. But the next second, a feeling of drowning came over him.
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